Every month I wonder,

I think, I fear, I dread.

Do I have IBS,

Or colon cancer instead?

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I think about my meals.

I think about my drinks.

Why has this happened now?

What is the common link?

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First, nothing would happen.

No matter how I tried.

All that constipation,

I truly can’t abide.

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How I miss those moments,

Now onto this new phase.

Too long on the toilet,

I may stay here for days.

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Suddenly I can’t stop,

I’m shitting out my brains,

Why has this occurred, now?

I can’t endure this strain.

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Perhaps I am dying?

Perhaps I have been cursed?

Oh now, I remember.

My uterus has burst.

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Why is it a surprise?

How can it be a shock?

You’d think I’d remember,

My body is like a clock.

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12 o’clock is acne.

3 o’clock is back pain.

Around 6 is cramping.

By 9, my ass is slain.

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As I sit upon the toilet,

pondering my lot in this life.

Is cramps and bleeding not enough?

Why also intestinal strife?